Jul 18, 2006 00:52
The sky is eeriely silent
Before a storm occurs
It seems to take a breath
Before unleashing it's curse
The lightening flashes violently
At the worst possible time
The clouds seem so vindictive
When they know you need sunshine
So if life's going well, wait a few moments
Its sure to turn around
Heed the warnings when you feel a sprinkle
Or hear the distant crashing sound
It always rains in july.